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The Back Catalog

By Jim Speese Songs were in his head. Constantly. It was a problem and he supposed it wasn’t unique. Given the hegemonic presence of advertising jingles and TV show themes and music pumped into grocery stores and pharmacies and hospitals, it seemed quite likely that the fact that songs constantly…

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Aphorisms

by Gonzalinho da Costa             A theory works until you try it out. A theory corrected by experience is no longer a theory. Wisdom is life experience applied to well-considered judgment. Darkness arises from the absence or deficiency of light, obscurity from its excess. Religion…

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Dear Mr. Frost

by Libby O’Connor Dear Mr. Frost,        I do not think this path is wide enough for the two of us.        There is a road you’ve traveled,        that I’d like to tread; But, Mr. Poe, my rapid heartbeat is driving me mad with its unrelenting T H U M P I…

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Looking for the Letter He Wrote in Vietnam

by Lynn Doiron 1. I found nubby letter R’s meant for jackets, meant to brag, meant to say to everyone, I got this one for swimming, this one for track. I found the Iwo Jima buckle, brass and never worn. I found the ball-strike counter from his kneeling days behind…

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Light into Shadow

By Pamela Hammond A honey haze spreads over a hill where ravines invite dreams in blue shadows. Worries melt away in twilight like fire losing its flame to a curl of smoke. Tall trees link together— a grove. I find comfort watching the shift of light. And tonight, rustling bird…

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Where Purple Martins Fly

by Judith Grissmer It is the last night before seasonal renters arrive. Sun casts crimson on windows settles behind black pine. As I sit on our beach-house steps, the small colony of feral cats that live here year-round lie on the driveway at my feet. They have kept me company…

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Path of the Moon and Sun

by J.P. Colby Looking ahead all I can see are dark shapes; suggestions as to what may lay in wait. But I am not scared; if ever I can’t sleep because of the dark monsters lurking ahead, I can look behind me, or directly down at myself as a reminder…

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We Meteors

by Laura Schulkind August nights we seek dark meadows to lie entwined, light show above us. Still surprised each time by the hush of these fireworks arcing across sky. Think not of their fire but ours on this earthy bed hurtling us through space. August finds us here beneath rain…

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Down-going River Song

by Naomi Ruth Lowinsky   Red River sing us a drinking song Summer’s spell     broken Sing of the way we used to be When we swam in each other Swam in you   Before Drought exhausted the garden   Before Fate rode in On a Night Mare Breath labors Blood stammers Bone…

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Even Now

by Ann Minoff on the corner of rush and walton an incandescent bridge between the two halves of my mind momentarily shines as families crowd the stores carrying packages for their holiday tree my new grandson, daughter beside me when this intergalactic nexus flashes through the cheeriness and epidemic stimulation…

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Fog Again

by John P. Kristofco    midnight orphan, stepping like a deer outside the woods, come to taste the buds beside the stream, soften stones, veil falcon’s prey, lay back on the grass and gaze into our souls, skittish at the sun like birds, too light to fall, too soft to…

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